Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

The sound of Sunday, like a morning bell, will call the startled birds back to the forest.

The black swan finally emerged from that disgusting, dark swamp.

The light of the real world pierced his eyes, and the lingering fear in his purple eyes remained.

That was the emptiness unique to those who had seen true hell.

Even as a Memory Receiver of the Flowing Light Memory Court.

Even though I've seen countless fragments of memories of joy and sorrow.

Everything I just saw—

That cycle of pure malice and despair—

It still made her soul tremble uncontrollably.

The air pressure inside the medical cabin seemed to plummet to freezing point.

Hoshino's lifeless, golden-gray eyes were unfocused.

It was like a dried-up, lifeless lake, staring intently at the woman above who was gathering purple mist.

Oh my god... really?

Black Swan, why are you sweating so much?

Do I have such a heavy taste in my memories?

It's just that I had a bit of a vivid imagination and added some special effects to the way people died...

This reaction... anyone who didn't know better would think I showed you some R-rated film that's off-limits to minors.

Although the little voice inside is frantically scratching its head in bewilderment.

I even felt a little tempted to hand this beautiful woman a tissue.

However, affected by both the broken body and the "nothingness" destiny, the facial nerves of the star seemed to have died.

Not only did he show no expression, but he also blinked at an alarmingly low frequency.

To everyone else, this appearance was that of numbness and blankness after just experiencing the cruel memory replay.

"call……"

The black swan exhaled a long breath, and slowly raised its hands, clad in black lace gloves, to press on its throbbing temples.

The mask of composure and elegance that usually adorned her now cracked, revealing the deep weariness beneath.

"What did you see?"

Sunday broke the silence first.

He stood back in the shadows, but his golden eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on the black swan.

666, is Lao Ri trying to become Jiahao?

Why did I fall in love with the shadowy corner at first sight?

The black malice that had almost broken through the barrier of reality made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The black swan did not answer immediately.

She closed her eyes.

It seems to be sorting out those broken and polluted images.

Or perhaps it's to calm the physiological nausea that rises in the stomach.

Several seconds later, she opened her eyes again, her gaze complex as she looked at Hoshino lying in the cabin.

"hell."

Just two words, yet they carry a weight heavier than a thousand pounds.

"More cruel than any hell you can imagine..."

The black swan's voice was slightly hoarse, as if sand had been stuffed into its throat.

Xing couldn't help but hug her arms. Although she didn't feel cold, goosebumps inevitably rose on her skin.

What exactly did I go through in that parallel world?!

How could someone like Black Swan, a specialist in memory, say something like that?

"Be more specific."

Black Tower ignored all the emotional rhetoric; she was only interested in data and facts.

The doll has its arms crossed over its chest and its chin slightly raised.

Like a cold-blooded judge.

The black swan took a deep breath, as if trying to draw some kind of power from the action.

"Seventeen destinies coexist within her, but this is not a blessing, but a curse."

She walked slowly, the sound of her high heels slightly unsteady.

"Deep in her memory... I saw countless deaths. Not once, not a hundred times, but millions of times."

"Each death is different. Some are swallowed by a giant living warship, some are devoured by an indescribable swarm of insects, some are crushed into powder by a force beyond comprehension... Then, under the dual effects of 'abundance' and 'immortality,' flesh and blood are reconstituted, consciousness returns, and one is forced to face the next round of death."

hiss--

Gasps of shock echoed throughout the room.

March 7th covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening, tears welling up inside.

Millions of deaths?

Is that something a human can bear?

Just hearing those two numbers is enough to make one feel suffocated.

Huh? So many?

How come I didn't know?

Oh right... that's the background setting.

As Ye Xing lay in the cabin, listening to the Black Swan's retelling, she felt a little uneasy.

When I was writing the concept, I thought the idea of ​​"infinite death cycle" was really cool and sophisticated, a perfect example of a beautiful, strong, and tragic character.

If you asked me to experience it myself now... I'd rather not, thank you.

However, it seems that this body is quite resilient; it hasn't gone mad, which is truly a medical miracle.

"and……"

The black swan paused, a hint of apprehension flashing in its eyes.

"I saw Nanook, the 'Destruction,' there. Though it was just a blurry silhouette, the oppressive aura it exuded, powerful enough to cause a galaxy to collapse, was unmistakable. And... all my companions."

She didn't continue speaking, but her gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Dan Heng and Himeko.

There's no need to spell it out; everyone understands.

In that parallel universe, each of them had died tragically in front of the planet.

And more than once.

Each rebirth means witnessing the death of one's companions once again.

That's enough.

Himeko suddenly spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

She put down her coffee cup and quickly walked to the medical pod.

Gently stroking Hoshi's head, wanting to offer some warmth.

Ah, Princess Himeko's hands...

Like Mommy~

It feels so good to be rubbed like that.

"No need to say anything more."

She couldn't imagine how that child had managed to survive in such endless despair.

Walter Young, however, remained composed, not out of indifference, but out of the keen insight of a senior figure.

He gleaned a more dangerous message from the Black Swan's words.

"The Black Swan Lady".

Old Yang pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses as serious as iron.

"Besides these 'processes,' what else have you discovered regarding the nature of the power within her?"

The black swan gave Walter an approving look.

As expected of someone who has weathered many storms, he was able to maintain a rational judgment even under emotional turmoil.

"That's my main point."

Even now, when she recalls that scene, Black Swan's fingers still unconsciously tighten.

"Among those chaotic forces of destiny, two are the most dangerous and the most active."

She held up two fingers.

"First, there's 'reproduction.' It exhibits a terrifying aggressiveness. In the illusions of my memories, I saw life being frantically proliferated, flesh deformed into flowers, and bones growing into trees. That power is irrational; given any medium for 'life,' it will multiply infinitely."

Upon hearing this, Nguyen Mai's eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly scribbled a few notes on the whiteboard.

"And secondly..."

The black swan's voice dropped eight octaves, carrying a chill that seemed to come from the depths of the abyss.

"It is 'nothingness'."